the lights And then you said,"Please don't follow me" And you cared When you're so sick When you're so sick When you're so sick When you're so sick
don't follow me And you cared You kept your feelings hidden Like a psycho Burned it all down Take me with you Won't you let me go So sick of man
Preklad: Studený. Chorá Of Man.
got what i got Got shit locked, i stunt non stop I get it and i blow it how i want , why not My bitch cold, i mean hot , sure shot Come through in the
got shit that your man ain't coppin' You could hop in when your man ain't watchin' Give you one option, temperature's droppin' Gettin' cold, control
the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man
and aint no tellin who u might see up in lennox square i dont know about u but i miss the freaknic 'cause thats where my city use to be real sick people
'd be [Verse One by Carl Thomas] Why did you have to be this way Baby all you had to say Is that you were sick and tired of the man I began to be But
he put up a fight? was he stressin' you, wasn't fucking you right well one man's trash is another man's treasure one man's pain is another man's pleasure
And then when you got sick, I could take the day off work. I could've made you chicken soup And we could watch soap operas oh, those TV dramas I could catch your cold
sick Thought he wrote the rap for him, no sir The flow cold as the shoulders of gold diggin' ho's When a broke nigga approaches, told ya, I'm focused, man
a lil' light-saber So clap for him then applaud Hov, he gave him a platform Flow so sick, thought he wrote the rap for him, no sir The flow's cold as
You Be Countin' Sheep In While Yo Ass Sleepin', He Jump Off The Deep End (What) Suicide It's A Suicide (Whoa) Slit His Wrist When I Hit His Chick (Yup) Man How Sick
When you was in New York, you was fuckin' the yankee I was fuckin' wit base I was pitchin' to franky These bitches so cranky, give em' a hanky lil mommy I'm cold
my gun, semi-Cartermatic Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's fuck what they say I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away, man, I come down
watch them box you in like a Brady But she stood up. Like what up! It's a cold world, zip the coat, put the hood up That's some sick shit That's a ill
